The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-12-08

brightest room in all our nature. Out
with the vile herdl Begone, ye befoul
ers of an immortal nature! Turn out the
beasts, and let Christ come inl
A heathen came to an early Christian
who had the reputation OF curing diseases.
The Christian said, ''You must have all
your idols destroyed. The heather gave
to the Christian the key to his house, that
he might go i'll and destroy the idols.
He battered to pieces all he saw, but still
the man did not get well. The Christian
said to him, ''There must be some idol in
your house not yet destroyed" The
heathen confessed that there was one
idol of beaten gold that he could not bear
to give up. After a while, when that
was destroyed, i'll answer to the prayer of
the Christian the sick man got we'll
Many man has awakened in his dying
hour TO find his sins all about him. They
clambered up on the right side of the
bed, and on the left side, and over the
headboard, and over the footboard, and
horribly devoured the soul.
Repent! the voice celestial cries,
No longer dare delay;
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets fiery day.
Again, we need believing heart. A
good many years ago weary one went
up one of the hills of Asia Minor, and
with two logs on his back cried out to all
the world, offering to carry their sins and
sorrows. They pursued him. They
slapped him in the face. They Knocked
him. When he groaned they groaned.
They shook their fists at him. They spit
on him. They bounded him as though
he were a wild beast. His healing of the
sick, his sight giving to the blind, his
mercy to the outcast silenced not the re-
venge of the world. His prayers and
benedictions were lost in that whirlwind
of execration. Away with him! Away
with him!
All! it was not merely the two pieces
of wood that he carried: it was the
tTansgressions of the race, the anguish of
the ages, the wrath of God, the sorrows
of he'll, the stupendous interests of an
unendin8 eternity. No wonder his back
bent No wonder the blood started FROM
every pore. No wonder that he crouched
under torture that made the sun faint,
and the everlasting hills tremble, and the
dead rush UP in their winding sheets as
he cried, If it be possible, let this cup
pass from me-" But the cup did not
pass. None to comfort.
There he hangs What has that hand
done that it should be thus crushed in
the palm? 1t has been healing the lame
and wiping away tears. What has that
foot been doing that it should be SO LAGER
atedt 1t has been going about doing
good. OF what has the victim been
guily5 Guilty Of saving a world. Tell
me, ye heavens and earth, was there ever
such another criminal? Was there ever
such a crime? On that hill of carnage,
that sunless day, amid those bowling
rioters, may not your sins and mine have
perished? | believe it.
Oh, the ransom has been paid Those
arms of Jesus We're stretched out so wide
that when he brought them together
again they might embrace the world
Oh that might, out of the blossoms of
the spring. or the flaming foliage of the
autumn, make one wreath for my Lord!
Oh that all the triumphal arches of the
world could be swung in one gateway,
where the King of Glory might come in.
Oh that all the harps and trumpets and
anthem, speak his praisei
But what were earthly flowers to him
who walketh amid the snow of the white
lilies of heaven! What were arches of
earthly masonry to him who hath about
his throne rainbow spun out of ever
lasting sunshine! What were all music
to him when the hundred and forty and
four thousand on one side, and the cheru-
BIN, and seraphim, and archangels stand
ON the other side, and all the space be-
tween is filled with the doxologies of
eternal jubilee!-the hosanna of q re-
deemed earth, the hallelujah of unfallen
angels, song after song rising about the
throne of God and of the Lamb. In that
pure, high place, let him hear us. Stop!
harps of heaven, that our poor cry may
be heard.
Oh, nay Lord Jesusl it will not hurt
| thee for one hour to step out from the
shining tlrong. They will make it all
up when thou goest back again. Come
hither, O blessed one, that we may kiss
thy feet Our hearts, too long withheld,
we Row surrender into thy keeping.
| When thou gQest back tell it to all the
| immortals that the lost are found, and
let thy Fathers house ring with the
music and the dance.
They have some old wine in heaven,
| not used except in rare festivities. In
this world, those who are accustomed to
use wine ON great occasions bring out the
| beverage and say, This wine is thirty
years Old, or ''forty years DID," But
| the wine of heaven is more than eighteen
centuries old. 1t was prepared at the
| time when Christ trod the wine press
alone. When such grievous sinners as
J we come back, methinks the chamberlain
| of heaven cries out to the servants, This
is unusual joy! Bring up from the Vaults
Of heaven that old wine. Fill all the
tankards. Let all the white robed guests
drink to the immortal health of those
new born SONS and daughters of the Lord
| Almighty. There is Joy in heaven
| anfopg the angels of God over one sinner
that repenteth; and God grant that that
| one may be you!
| Again, in order to have right heart il
must be a forgiving heart, An old writer
says, ITO render good for evil is God like
good for good is man like; evil for good
devil like" Which of these natures have
we? Christ will have nothing 10 do with
us as long as we keep any old grudgc
We have all been cheated and lied about
There are people who dislike us SO mucf
that if we should come down TO poverty
and disgrace, they would say, Good foi
him! Didn't tell you sop They never
have understood us, and never will. They
do not understand las. Unsanctified
human nature says, Wait till you get {
| good crack at him, and when at last you
find him in tight place, give it to him
Flay him alive. No quarter. Leave
not a rag of reputation. Jump on hin
with both feet. Pay him in his owl
coin-sarcasm for sarcasm, scorn fol
scorn, abuse for abuse. But, my friends
that is not the right kind of heart. Nc
man ever did so moan thing toward u.
| as we have done toward God, And if W.
, cannot forgive others, how can we expec
God to forgive us? Thousands of mel
have been kept out of heaven by an un
J forgiving heart.
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